The setting sun cast a wan golden glow, and a gentle breeze whispered.
The sunset outside the window was so dazzling and enchanting that it rivaled the beauty of postcards.
Yet Nian Yuyu had no time to admire such picturesque scenery as she slouched on the sofa, head down, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.
Her mother, who had rushed over right after work, stood with one hand on her hip and one finger pointed at her husband on the hospital bed, ranting furiously.
"Nian Zhenguo, you just love to act tough, don't you? Go on, then, keep teaching at the school!"
"You're over fifty and still less sensible than Yuyu. I told you to come to the hospital earlier but no, you had to make everyone worry!"
"Look at what you've done, landing yourself in the hospital. Go on, keep up the antics!"
Nian's father slumped his shoulders, completely defenseless against the scolding.